Yoongi pulls a face, pouting without meaning to. In a strange way, it's reassuring; he's always been somewhat surprised he hasn't managed to chase off any of his friends yet when he gets into a mood. But Jungkook never seems to mind if he's a little grouchy at times, and Yoongi's long stopped expecting to scare him off.

"There's no way I'd secretly love it," he says wryly, pointing his chopsticks at Jungkook for emphasis. "It's an annoyance. I'm only agreeing to it because I like making you happy." If glitter is what it takes, then fine, he'll wear the fucking glitter and brave the noise of the parade. In the end, it'll be worth it. Any time they can get out in the world together and still feel safe to be just themselves is enough for him.